S01E06 on one line by Eftos (love letters to the dead .txt) 📕

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The adventures of Prince Henley to Westerburg, Patchara Petch-a-boon and Svinenysh Galactic.
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(VI) on one line
Rebelkov agitated. For weeks he has been working both in private and with some subjects in the project, code-named "New Order".
For the final presentation in which for the first time the Queen maximum self to be present, the General has come up with something special.
This meeting will be held at his home address in his estate outside Lyporos.
Preparations are in full swing. All Ruba, in your simple mind now are inspired, on the ball. You are in your element. Like children, you can focus on a single task and budgetary matters.
"Ravenosch" Rebelkov barks, "everything must be spotless tomorrow. Every square millimeter of the entrance to the conference room must sparkle and flash. "
From your work torn, visibly surprised and confused Ruba jumps to see your lord and master in the face. She replies: "YYYY Meista, iss all good. We make it. We are happy. "
It is almost impossible for the friendly, simple and industrious nature of a Ruba antipathy or even hatred towards match, unless one is a battle robot is programmed to destroy, or a heartless General.
He replied curtly: "I hope your well is good enough! Otherwise you're flying, now! "You wince, the cloth in his hand. Of which he inspired continues, "Then you can offer your services, whoever. Never again will you come in such a noble household. Most likely you'll be unemployed and I even know what that means for one of you. "
Oh yes, he has right: A Ruba without a job is a sad creature. She immediately lowered her head and cleans obsessively on in all corners and all edges.
The next day. Today time has come you will. For five weeks he is working towards this moment. The previous meetings took place exclusively with the military in the General Office of the Ministry of Defence.
On this day, that is, the crowning glory. Under his personal direction is subsequently presented his project to the improved order in the presence of the Queen in person.
Promptly at ten meetings, the first strategists of your army. Young aspiring tactician are also lower. The oval table in the conference-hall is filling up rapidly. Rebelkov enters the room, the entropy increases.
Immediately formed a cluster. Tributes to be feigned ". Sir, I am at your complete disposal" welcomed him Alepto Retzlav, an aspiring young major.
Rebelkov appeased: "Gentlemen, I ask you now to take place, why we are here, we all know. However, I beg to countenance, especially as our commander in chief is on his way here. "" Of course sir, "replied Retzlav and does diligently to his seat flit.
The tension is high in the hall, despite the wonderful ambiance. A Chamber in the house. Sun flooded through the glass front of the winter garden, with its precious orchids and hundred-year-old bonsai.
Rebelkov is from the old school. He is no friend of technology. "Everything can be heard," he thinks the best is still the direct communication. Strange, however, that it be integrated in desktop monitor, informing him first.
He raises his arms, all chickens smothered murmur. Then he just says "time has come." Everyone knows what was meant.
Two bodyguards of Her Majesty the leaves open, Hypatia I appears on the scene. Immediately jump to the participants from their seats and stand at attention, Rebelkov you make, at the entrance facing the front side of the table.
Your place is the opposite back of the room. With a possible, although unlikely attack while browsing the furthest away, the best protected. This rule dates back to ancient times but no one dares to question, let alone find fault it. Is also back, the last unsuccessful attack more than two hundred years.
As you might also: The Regent of two solar systems. A direct descendant from the ancient race of those Westarp, Parliament President and Commander in one person. It is present: in full regalia.
Their appearance and now you invade a single demonstration of nobility and power. At each step softly rustling your Münzkrone.
What is an absolute dominance, such an extraordinary special position possible in an enlightened and modern society?
Imagine growing up in a system, the living memory of a single dynasty ruled is passable. There were always difficulties, but are being replaced since the president has steadily improved. The list of achievements is long, the system of thousands of proven, excellent candidates.
Since the early days everyone here knows the stories and legends abound in this ancient noble family. The flesh of these top of society to face the top division takes your breath away.
The power position of the Imperial crown is absolute. Even if one of you killed the system would automatically determine one of Westarp, quite apart from the fact that the bombers bring the rest of his life in the Vex-Grave could.
Without looking at the picture, let alone with any person, including Rebelkov contact with them, she says in the room while you continue on your course zuschreitet, the following words: "Generals Gentlemen, take a seat."
Buy everything fits. She continues: "Well you have found here Rebelkov, especially like the garden." The winter garden was meant, then says in a fit of spontaneity: "tilting but sometimes one is a window that is a bit more of the mood inside is here."
Tumult. Three young majors jump sit with his back to the Winter Palace in garden. Alepto Retzlav is the fastest. He tilts the window and looks with treudoofem dachshund look over in the direction of his commander in chief.
This makes no move to return the gaze. His form has already been deleted from the short-term memory. Instead, she says: "Better is" and spread out your arms. "So Rebelkov what you tell us?"
The General waits a second until all heads are turned towards him. He begins: "commander in chief, gentlemen. You all know that our order, ultimately limited by the physics, could be enforced over in Indi system better. Our influence and thus loses the ancient kingdom of power. "
Some generals turn to each other. Alepto Rezlav attracts a very important expression. Was that the occasion on which they have waited so long? For some time now, the saying sneers of the "washing and cleaning the Army." The glory days are long gone.
Rebelkov continues: "The current president of King's workshop, Dr. Leviathan Westerburg, over in Syntari on Pak Prime ..." He looks around telling ". Is sub-optimal for us," Major Retzlav smiles consensus.
"The Paking," the General continued, "So this, I will sometimes call local hominids ..." faces carved blocks in the round, "you're actually hearing." Re-amused faces at the table.
Retzlav must now losbellen easy! Probably because of its gerademal the age of 27. He believes himself to be very imaginative, "We could simply make him disappear. He's currently here. A small technical defect in the tunnel, ready! "Alepto looks hopeful in the face of his superiors, the slap comes but once.
"Retzlav, are you mad?" He begins. This is in bright red. Yes, it is possible to mutate within a second of tomato. "The physicists wait but only one incident. Then make the system close to us immediately. Travel is then no longer possible in the long run. We can be happy that the technology works as stable, sir. "
The last two words he emphasized particularly, the Alepto Retzlav now fully exposed to the public ridicule. Honest laughter breaks out. Even Hypatia I just pulls the eyebrows up.
"No, No! We must be more subtle, "he says, now confidently twice. "If we can prove that the local authority will fail if we run the Paking realize how blind to Westerburg, then the legislature can make changes in our favor."
He looks around. Everyone in the room listen with rapt attention. So he continues, "emergency laws are an excellent means of disempowerment. The days of open war, which are long gone. But how are we to achieve what you suggest? "
Murmur, but no open speech. This is Rebelkov's hour. Suddenly, almost inaudibly, between the whispers a grinding noise. No one other than the General, it is noticed. This has an immediate suspect, but in contrast to the young Major Retzlav we see no change in his face.
He quickly adds, "terrorism, terror attacks. We take this pack "(his common synonym for the Paking)" where it hurts you the most. For details, gentlemen, come into play. I'm sure you will find something nice. "Pause. The cat is out of the bag.
"What if we fly up," says one of the addressee, "the damage would be immense."
Impatient with the fingers typing Rebelkov barks back: "Here sits the head of our military, the best-trained generals and strategists of a two-star system. Highly decorated instances of an ancient monarchy. The elite. You come to me with failure? There can be no such "
Derided the cuts entered his head. Rebelkov is now in a rage. He gets up, gesticulating wildly. "Ultimately, a much larger target to be achieved." Retzlav, now back to normal colors, lost listens in awe. He waits anxiously as everyone else on what is now hoping.
"Our highly well-born queen, and your noble son is to be presented to the crown, as before. The new manifestation of a solid succession, the abolition of the Kingdom of thousands. That must be our highest goal. "
Silence in the room, except for the gentle breeze from the other side of the conservatory and then a gray, almost inaudible sound. In this situation, however, is neither the first nor the second or anything significant. Much too large the tension and excitement is now that the internal real projects on the table. A brutal intervention in the existing order.
After an eternity, actually only a few seconds passed, the earned Altgardist Chrysostom helmet jet wishes to speak. A man was seen coming and going of already one or the other and Rebelkov.
"Sir, my queen. We risk losing our humanity to give up our principles," the latter turning your head in his direction. "Of course all of this, however, perched on my ABSOLUTE loyalty to the reigning monarch. Is more, this oath has gathered each done here. Their presence very same are committed to the highest discretion, to silence. "
Do not dare to interrupt, the Queen waits for his subsequent comments. "This round table is moving at an unprecedented gray area on thin ice. Their presence alone revered Hypatia befielt us be silent. "Expressionless she sees him still ongoing. "If it is missing I would be tomorrow requires the assembly of a